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(Oh yea, I don't own anything. Nothing. Nada. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Yes I am aware nada is twice. It's twice as important.)
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The sun broke strongly the next morning. Will wasn't in bet anymore. He was up and at the desk drawing.
Elizabeth started to sit up, to try to see what he was drawing. He was a talented artist who drew with a lot of emotion in his works.
"Stay still. I'm almost done." He gave a few more glances up and within a minute he gave a satisfied sigh and sat back. He signed it in the bottom right corner and gave her permission to move.
"Well thank you," she said a little sarcastically.
She walked over to him, leaned over behind him, wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed his cheek and looked at his drawing. It was a picture of her. She looked beautiful. It really showed Will's love for her.
Last night's events rushed back to her. It was just a kiss on the outside, but inside it was so much more. For both of them. Tears came to Elizabeth's eyes.
Jack woke early that morning. Early for Jack, at least. Last nights events hadn't let him alone at all. For the first time in maybe five years Jack had felt tears come to his eyes.
He had felt vulnerable. But in a good way. Jack usually didn't like vulnerability. But this was different. It was Elizabeth.
Jack Sparrow didn't fall in love. But this was sure as hell as close as he'd ever been. But he wasn't in love. Nope. No love for Jack. Only pirating.
Yep.
Only Pirating.
He had to commandeer a ship today. But it was the weekend, and guard would be three times as heavy today as it would be in two days.
Ok! Two days it is, then. Now to face Elizabeth and Will. Jack winced at what Will might say if he found out about Jack's feelings.
"Best not let him find out then, aye," Jack murmured to himself. He pulled some clothes on and walked to his window. He opened it up and climbed through. He reached back in and grabbed his cloak from the bedpost.
Jack walked to the end of the drive and sat. Any one who saw him and didn't recognize the black and brown cloak would just think him a traveling sales man taking a rest.
But Elizabeth and Will saw him. They rushed through breakfast to walk outside.
"Finally! Took ye long enough." Jack said sarcastically. He had planned to avoid eye contact with Elizabeth. That's how this all started: her sky blue eyes on his. It was like magnets. Magnets that worked through their lips.
But as soon as he saw her, it was all he could do to keep his hands off of her shoulders, her face, her breasts, her hips...
Elizabeth smiled upon seeing Jack, hearing his caramel voice that matched the tone of his skin. The beautiful skin she hadn't seen enough of, even though she'd already seen his scarred chest and back.
Without thinking about it, or even realizing it, her eyes started to trail down his body. He smiled proudly and chuckled. He was glad Will wouldn't notice. This way he could enjoy Elizabeth's admiring eyes.
They began to walk toward town. Jack walked on the left and Will on the right. Elizabeth was in the middle. Will took Elizabeth's hand. She smiled
Jack took her other hand in silent, unheard challenge to Will. As for Elizabeth, Jack's hand on hers felt rugged, weathered, callused, and wonderful. He laced his fingers into hers and stroked her wrist with his thumb. She almost melted right there.
Then she realized what she was doing and dropped his hand immediately. She cleared her throat and said, "So, Jack, have you your victim boat to commandeer chosen yet?"
"Well, about that, love, I was thinking, security will be so much easier to pass by in a couple a' days. You think I may..." Jack asked.
"Sure Jack," Will chimed cheerfully. "Stay as long as you want. If it's ok with Elizabeth, I mean."
They both looked expectantly at Elizabeth, who just nodded.
"Right then!" Jack said happily. When he thought about it, Jack Sparrow could most likely get away with a commandeering today, but he couldn't get away from his thoughts toward Elizabeth that easily. So he decided to stay.
When they got to town, they decided to buy Jack some clothes. They went into a store, Jack finding nothing to his liking. Store after store had nothing. Then they passed the Blacksmith's shop. The shop manager, surprisingly not in a drunken death-sleep stumbled onto the street, told will he had to work today, and collapsed back inside on his chair.
"Better do what the man says," said Will unhappily and ducked into the shop.
"Goodbye until tonight, love," Will said to Elizabeth. He leaned in for a goodbye kiss on the lips. It lasted a little longer than a goodbye kiss should last, decided Jack, his hand subconsciously going to his gun handle in his belt. Fortunately for himself (and Will) he stopped himself before he managed to pull it out.
He remembered back to the time that he shot his mutinous first mate with the same gun.
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They were both invincible. Demons. The damned on earth. Skeletons with tattered clothes and mealworms crawling in and out of their bones feeding on the loose remnants of their flesh.
They were fighting in a sword fight. "Two immortals locked in an epic battle until judgement day" as Barbosa put it.
He had been planning to toss the medallion to Will, who needed to spill some blood into the chest to break the curse. Once the curse was lifted, he planned on getting some embarrassing begging from Barbosa, then killing the bastard. But once he saw Barbosa aim his pistol at his Elizabeth, he couldn't hold his finger.
Jack had actually thought he had wasted his shot until Barbosa actually died. Then he realized that the bullet hadn't fallen out yet. He was glad, because then he didn't have to justify shooting him before the curse was lifted just to save Elizabeth.
~~~~~
So now Elizabeth and Jack were walking around town, trying to find something fit for a Jack Sparrow. They finally stopped into a charity store, the equivalent of a second-hand store nowadays.
They found a pair of pants and a shirt that suited Jack's liking. They walked back toward the register, and on the way they passed through a narrow compartment with dusty never-been-looked-at clothes all around them. No one ever came back here, They could tell.
Jack put his hand on Elizabeth's shoulder.
"Elizabeth, I think we need to talk."
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Well I hope you all liked it. It was kinda boring I know, but hey, at least it's a chapter. Don't forget to add your email to your review to be signed up for the email club thingy. Receive updates in your mailbox.
Ok. Bye Bye.
(Oh yea, I don't own anything. Nothing. Nada. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Yes I am aware nada is twice. It's twice as important.)
*~*~*~*~*~*
The sun broke strongly the next morning. Will wasn't in bet anymore. He was up and at the desk drawing.
Elizabeth started to sit up, to try to see what he was drawing. He was a talented artist who drew with a lot of emotion in his works.
"Stay still. I'm almost done." He gave a few more glances up and within a minute he gave a satisfied sigh and sat back. He signed it in the bottom right corner and gave her permission to move.
"Well thank you," she said a little sarcastically.
She walked over to him, leaned over behind him, wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed his cheek and looked at his drawing. It was a picture of her. She looked beautiful. It really showed Will's love for her.
Last night's events rushed back to her. It was just a kiss on the outside, but inside it was so much more. For both of them. Tears came to Elizabeth's eyes.
Jack woke early that morning. Early for Jack, at least. Last nights events hadn't let him alone at all. For the first time in maybe five years Jack had felt tears come to his eyes.
He had felt vulnerable. But in a good way. Jack usually didn't like vulnerability. But this was different. It was Elizabeth.
Jack Sparrow didn't fall in love. But this was sure as hell as close as he'd ever been. But he wasn't in love. Nope. No love for Jack. Only pirating.
Yep.
Only Pirating.
He had to commandeer a ship today. But it was the weekend, and guard would be three times as heavy today as it would be in two days.
Ok! Two days it is, then. Now to face Elizabeth and Will. Jack winced at what Will might say if he found out about Jack's feelings.
"Best not let him find out then, aye," Jack murmured to himself. He pulled some clothes on and walked to his window. He opened it up and climbed through. He reached back in and grabbed his cloak from the bedpost.
Jack walked to the end of the drive and sat. Any one who saw him and didn't recognize the black and brown cloak would just think him a traveling sales man taking a rest.
But Elizabeth and Will saw him. They rushed through breakfast to walk outside.
"Finally! Took ye long enough." Jack said sarcastically. He had planned to avoid eye contact with Elizabeth. That's how this all started: her sky blue eyes on his. It was like magnets. Magnets that worked through their lips.
But as soon as he saw her, it was all he could do to keep his hands off of her shoulders, her face, her breasts, her hips...
Elizabeth smiled upon seeing Jack, hearing his caramel voice that matched the tone of his skin. The beautiful skin she hadn't seen enough of, even though she'd already seen his scarred chest and back.
Without thinking about it, or even realizing it, her eyes started to trail down his body. He smiled proudly and chuckled. He was glad Will wouldn't notice. This way he could enjoy Elizabeth's admiring eyes.
They began to walk toward town. Jack walked on the left and Will on the right. Elizabeth was in the middle. Will took Elizabeth's hand. She smiled
Jack took her other hand in silent, unheard challenge to Will. As for Elizabeth, Jack's hand on hers felt rugged, weathered, callused, and wonderful. He laced his fingers into hers and stroked her wrist with his thumb. She almost melted right there.
Then she realized what she was doing and dropped his hand immediately. She cleared her throat and said, "So, Jack, have you your victim boat to commandeer chosen yet?"
"Well, about that, love, I was thinking, security will be so much easier to pass by in a couple a' days. You think I may..." Jack asked.
"Sure Jack," Will chimed cheerfully. "Stay as long as you want. If it's ok with Elizabeth, I mean."
They both looked expectantly at Elizabeth, who just nodded.
"Right then!" Jack said happily. When he thought about it, Jack Sparrow could most likely get away with a commandeering today, but he couldn't get away from his thoughts toward Elizabeth that easily. So he decided to stay.
When they got to town, they decided to buy Jack some clothes. They went into a store, Jack finding nothing to his liking. Store after store had nothing. Then they passed the Blacksmith's shop. The shop manager, surprisingly not in a drunken death-sleep stumbled onto the street, told will he had to work today, and collapsed back inside on his chair.
"Better do what the man says," said Will unhappily and ducked into the shop.
"Goodbye until tonight, love," Will said to Elizabeth. He leaned in for a goodbye kiss on the lips. It lasted a little longer than a goodbye kiss should last, decided Jack, his hand subconsciously going to his gun handle in his belt. Fortunately for himself (and Will) he stopped himself before he managed to pull it out.
He remembered back to the time that he shot his mutinous first mate with the same gun.
~~~~~
They were both invincible. Demons. The damned on earth. Skeletons with tattered clothes and mealworms crawling in and out of their bones feeding on the loose remnants of their flesh.
They were fighting in a sword fight. "Two immortals locked in an epic battle until judgement day" as Barbosa put it.
He had been planning to toss the medallion to Will, who needed to spill some blood into the chest to break the curse. Once the curse was lifted, he planned on getting some embarrassing begging from Barbosa, then killing the bastard. But once he saw Barbosa aim his pistol at his Elizabeth, he couldn't hold his finger.
Jack had actually thought he had wasted his shot until Barbosa actually died. Then he realized that the bullet hadn't fallen out yet. He was glad, because then he didn't have to justify shooting him before the curse was lifted just to save Elizabeth.
~~~~~
So now Elizabeth and Jack were walking around town, trying to find something fit for a Jack Sparrow. They finally stopped into a charity store, the equivalent of a second-hand store nowadays.
They found a pair of pants and a shirt that suited Jack's liking. They walked back toward the register, and on the way they passed through a narrow compartment with dusty never-been-looked-at clothes all around them. No one ever came back here, They could tell.
Jack put his hand on Elizabeth's shoulder.
"Elizabeth, I think we need to talk."
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Well I hope you all liked it. It was kinda boring I know, but hey, at least it's a chapter. Don't forget to add your email to your review to be signed up for the email club thingy. Receive updates in your mailbox.
Ok. Bye Bye.